I want to be a poet,
I just didn’t know it.
I love to craft words,
To create magical verse.
I love the rhythm
Of well followed metre.
A gentle lull, drifting,
Entranced,
By the intricate spell.
I love to read poetry.
The beauty of expression,
of an exquisite experience
captured forever.
The flow of a metaphor
skillfully crafted.
The weightlessness and light
of the sublime.
Oh to be author
of a finely spun web
of observation, images
to capture a moment.
Raining down, a shower
to quench the thirst.
Each word so poignant
and ripe with meaning.
Keep going, my friend.
The words are tumbling,
Cascading, an avalanche
of thoughts and ideas,
Of beauty, within.
Let them come, release,
Free from restraint.
With time and patience,
A poet you shall be.
🌻
To The Core 